Sons of Mogh

I was born on Khitomer but spent time in Minsk
I had a couple of human parents, had me convinced
That I was just another boy (Klingon, please. What, like Spock?)
When all I wanted to do was eat some gach

Fast forward many years from Khitomer, where the Romulans killed so many
My pops took the blame but he was not the enemy
But the damage was done and our name was disgraced
And in the High Council chamber
I could not show my face

We are the Sons of Mogh
Fighting to restore our family name
Pretenders will die without honor
Sto'Vo'Kor won't host their shame, Qapla'

I found I had a brother never met before
Kurn became cha'Dich and got my back in a time of war
Served aboard the Enterprise with distinction and honor
Turns out Duras was the turn cloak and now he is a goner

We continue to fight for glory til the battle is won
And then me and Counselor Troi can go home and get it on
And when it's time for love or some Klingon hanky panky
I can kill someone by looking at them but only when I'm angry.

We are the Sons of Mogh
Fighting to restore our family name
Pretenders will die without honor
Sto'Vo'Kor won't host their shame, Qapla'

Later I found myself aboard a space station
Where Benjamin Sisko handled every situation
With precision and tact, just like you knew he would
And even though I ain't Bajoran
I knew the prophets were good

Then I met a chick with all these spots on her face
And though I tried, yes I tried to put her in her place
I found myself in love but then along came Dukat
Who killed her but then Sisko gave him what he got

We are the Sons of Mogh
Fighting to restore our family name
Pretenders will die without honor
Sto'Vo'Kor won't host their shame, Qapla'

We are the Sons of Mogh
Fighting to restore our family name
Pretenders will die without honor
Sto'Vo'Kor won't host their shame, Qapla'